In the Place of Peace.

A triumphant, new day the sun gave me,
And, I received it black.
Unwelcoming and indiferent.
I know the reasons why,
Yet, still refuse to face them.

I may be able to remember,
But, I refuse to look back.
I am the one inside.

If I raise my voice,
I will still be unheard,
If I throw up my hands,
I will remain unseen,
If I soothe my wounds,
I will wallow.
In secret pain.

I am tired,
And, wish to rest,
No bed for my soul,
No recognition for my best.
Like indecent movements toward greater things.

I lie trampled, beated down,
Into myself.

If I stomp my feet,
I am not dancing.
If I clasp my hands,
I am not praying.
If I decide to smile,
I am silly.
If I don't,
I am a bitch.

I run through the past times,
Searching for the lost reasons.
I am only a branch,
Embraced by the sun,
Hated by the wind.

If I am in the nude,
I am not celebrating.
If I am dancing wildly,
I am not a whore.
If I am sure,
I am not showing it.
If I am on my knees,
I am not winning.
If I am true,
I am not happy.